There she sat. There I sat. There a lost girl sat, as she let heavy tears run down her cheeks. I sat at the small wooden kitchen table holding black coffee with my shaking hands. Some of the burning coffee splashed onto my hand. I eyed my flesh, only to return to my thoughts. It didn't hurt anymore.

I'm starting to wonder how I have managed to lose everything important to me.

I lost my father. I lost my best friends. I lost my life.

I lost him.

My heart ached in pain as I slammed my eyes shut wishing, for the hundredth time that I would have done what felt right to my heart not my brain. I left them.

Why?

Because I love them.

"I sat alone in my fairly large apartment's living room. It was just turning from dusk to night and I had this eerie feeling. That gut feeling you get when you know something is going to happen. Something that isn't good.

I had just gotten back from Jake's house. We had watched movie, had care-free loving chats, a simple take-out dinner, a kiss goodnight, and a polite refusal at his offer of walking me home

And here I am

I thought personal thoughts about my future. Only to feel that someone was watching me. Like this person I hope I am imagining is stripping down the layers I have put around myself and eavesdropping on my personal thoughts. Like they could hear the voice that I am hearing. My tongue dry, my eyes wide and my heart thumping. I sat there and waited. For what you may ask? That I'm not sure. I just waited in suspense to see the eyes I felt on myself.

I was not alone.

Somebody was watching me. I could almost see a pair of eyes looking at me. Only I could not find them. I reached for the phone slowly, feeling as though any sudden movement would set something off. I felt the cold plastic reach my hand as I slowly dialed the familiar pattern. I reached the send button. RING. I screamed as my hand flew over my heart trying to calm myself. I left out a soft chuckle relieved that something was there to break the silence.

"Hello?" I answered in my normal cheery tone.

I wish I could say it was Jake on his way to take me to a movie. I wish I could say it was Lilly asking me to spend the night at her place. I wish I could say it was her father asking me to come over for family game night.

But that, my friend, would be much more than a white lie.

"You catch on fast." A voice replied from behind her.

Me heart froze in fear as my eyes widened. A voice, an eerie voice that sounded remotely close enough to grab her by the neck was coming from behind her.

I used all my strength to turn my shaking body around to face him.

His gleaming icy eyes met my terrorized blue ones.

I couldn't breathe. Who was this man?

"I want you, Miley." His clear voice stated, "And I get everything I want".

My ragged breath could only let out a airy "Who are you?"

"My name is Cain" His harsh voice met my ears. "I have been following you for 5 months. I know everything about you Favorite color, strengths and most importantly your weaknesses. The people you love."

The thought dawned on me as I started to panic. I have been stalked.

"What do you want!" I yelled as loud as my body would allow me.

"We've already been over this, I want you. And you will want me also. Or you will die."

"I don't care. Kill me! I'd much rather that than EVER be with YOU".

My ranted made his smug smile even wider.

"I never said your weakness was death." What? What does he mean?

"You will come with me. Be with me. Or I will take away everything and everybody you love." He said simply.

My whole world then stopped. My mouth stopped. My body stopped shaking. My heart stopped.

"If you can't be with me, you can't be with anybody. You will pack your bags, tell your family and friends nothing about me, and then drive straight to the closest gas station where I will be waiting. You have an hour." He said as he walked out my door.

My lip quivered as I racked my brain for an answer. 'THERE HAS TO BE AN ANSWER TO THIS' I thought to myself as I let out another broken cry. I have to be with them or I will die. If I am with them they will all die. I must leave.

I grabbed anything, everything. It doesn't matter anymore. I collapsed on my bed. As a sudden knock at the door broke my silent sobs.

He was back. My body shaking, I slowly made my way toward the door. I slowly turned the door knob to see Lilly standing there with an eager look on her face. "Miley! Oh my gosh! There you are, I've been looking for you everywhere." Lily squealed.

If only she knew. I'm leaving. I can't tell her goodbye. I can't tell my family goodbye. I can't tell him goodbye. I need to go. Now.

Lily slowly turned her blond head to the pile of packed leather bags lying next to my bed. "Miley? Where are you going? You never told me you were going on vacation."

My heart felt compressed, confused.

"I love him. I'm going to lose him." Was my low husky reply.

"What are you talking about? She questioned in a small timid voice.

"Do you hear me?! I LOVE HIM.. The longer it takes me to leave the more it will hurt when I go!" I screeched as tears slowly poured down my face. I gasped for air, only to let out more uneven sobs.

I have to go. I have to leave right now.

I grabbed my two bags. "I love you Lilly. You are the best friend in the whole world" I sobbed as I hugged her. "Tell Jackson I love him, tell my dad I love him and please, tell Jake I love him" I whispered as I clung my arms to her. With one last cry, I sprinted out the door and into my car. My vision became blurry because of the tears that were waiting to fall. I backed my car out and just drove. Drove until I got to the gas station. Met his content face with the dirtiest look my sorrowful heart could give. Then he drove me to who knows where.

He drugged me.

He raped me.

He forced a pill down my throat.

I felt as if I was chewed up then spit out. He took my cell phone. He took my pictures. He took everything or anything that could remind me of them. Remind me of him.

I am living in a small house in Washburn, North Dakota. I have no phone service. He has the only keys to the only car. He leaves from 8 A.M. to 6 P.M.

When he wakes up breakfast must be ready. When he gets home dinner must be ready. The house must remain clean at all times. Or else. That's all he says. Or else. He's not the one to mess with.

I have been here for 3 months. My hair is no longer shiny. My eyes no longer full of life.

My name is Miley Stewart. I'm eighteen, in love, kidnapped, and slowly yet surely dieing inside.

AN:What do you think?? (: This is my first fanfiction EVER. Please Tell me what you think! Correct me, compliment me, flame me. I don't really care.

I do not own any of the companies I may have used for this fanfiction. I do not own the people I used in this fanfiction. Hannah Montana does. And Disney owns Hannah Montana. ALL CREDIT TO DISNEY :p